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Chapter 484 Longshan Temple

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    After Guan Er and Lu Jin took over the order, they went to the hunting village in Jundu Mountain and ordered more than a dozen experts such as Zhang Wu and Jiang Zhuzi to ride on the horses equipped by Junshan Temple. Under the guidance of Zhu Zhang Ze of Longshan Temple,  We rushed towards Longshan Temple overnight.

    In Longshan Temple, Jiang Zhiheng, the master of Wujiyuan, was sleeping. He was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door. He had to put on his clothes and get up to open the door.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????:??????? The person who was given the nickname Taoist Yueying by the Master of the Jianghu is his own confidant. This person is not a monk. Like Lu Jin, he is a martial arts guest gathered in the square hall of Wuji Academy.  "Moon Shadow" refers to his outstanding qinggong skills, good at hiding, likes to go out at night, and fights with others like the shadow of the moon accompanying him, unable to escape.

    "What's the matter?" Jiang Zhiheng asked.

    Yueying said: "Master Fang, I just came back from the mountain, and the Dong Supervisory Academy pressed me again."

    Jiang Zhiheng was agitated: "It's only been two days, why is the prison so anxious? The man named Song doesn't speak, so what should we do?"

    Yueying said: "The Dong Supervisor said that if we can't find Feng Dalang tomorrow, all of us will not have a good life."

    Jiang Zhiheng sighed: "In that case, wake up all the brothers and have a sudden trial tonight!"

    Yueying hurriedly went to arrange the arrangements. Jiang Zhiheng walked back and forth in the small courtyard for countless times. When he saw that the wing room was ready, he went in with his hands behind his back.

    Song Xiong, the monument opener, had his hands and feet tied up with soaked beef tendons and was tied to a table. His upper body was naked, and there were blood and bruises on his face, shoulders, chest and back. He saw Jiang Zhiheng coming in.  , glared at each other.

    Jiang Zhiheng was born as a Taoist boy in the Jingtang Hall and did not know any martial arts. However, he has been in charge of this affairs for many years, which made him develop a ruthless temper.

    At this moment, seeing Song Xiong looking at him angrily, he sneered, raised his chin, and motioned for his men to be punished.

    The torture instruments and methods used in the Fangtang are all the same ones learned from the county government schools. There is nothing surprising about them. However, this method has been tempered for thousands of years and makes people miserable.

    Yueying took out a hand clip, put it on with a ferocious smile, put Song Xiong's fingers in it, and said quietly: "Song, I treated you as a good man two days ago, but I really couldn't bear to use severe punishment. But tonight is different.  If you don't say anything, you will have to destroy these hands first. Don't blame me. Alas, the monument opener has such a great reputation in the world and decades of hard work. Are you willing to let it go? I really can't let it go  "

    Song Xiong laughed loudly: "Kill grandpa if you dare. Grandpa is a pyrotechnical layman registered in Junshan Temple. Let's see who can get better! If you treat me like this today, I will come to my temple to settle accounts with you in the future. If grandpa  Afraid of you grandsons, I, Song Xiong, will write the character Song upside down from now on!"

    Jiang Zhiheng smiled and said: "To be honest, your family's temple blessing is amazing. I'm very scared, but what can I do if I'm afraid? If I don't pry open your mouth and ask where Feng Dalang is hiding, I will die like a poor man.  Since I can't get anything good from you, I might as well let you die first, don't you think this is the truth?"

    Song Xiong said: "Okay, I, a little pyrotechnical layman, can take you, the big master of the Fangtang, to die together. I will die a worthy death! I am very happy!"

    Jiang Zhiheng nodded: "Then give it a try. Before you die, let's see if your words are tougher than my torture instrument!"

    Yueying got Jiang Zhiheng's instruction and pulled the ropes at both ends of the hand clamp outward. Song Xiong suddenly arched up in pain and bit his lips desperately, not wanting to make a sound of weakness.  But the pain was so intense that he couldn't bear the pain, so he finally shouted out: "Ahfuck your eighteenth generation ancestor named Jiangwellyou're going to die"

    Song Xiong¡¯s hands and fingers were almost deformed after holding the hand clamp twice. His tears and nose could not help but flow down. Sweat even pooled on the ground, but he gritted his teeth and persisted without saying a word.

    Seeing this, Jiang Zhiheng ordered to put on the soldering iron. Taoist Yueying and several other men moved over the charcoal basin that had been burned long ago, clamped the soldering iron prepared on the charcoal basin with an iron frame, and placed it on Song Xiong's chest, shoulders, and back.  It was seared five or six times, until the skin was rotten, and it exuded a fishy smell.

    Such torture made Song Xiong faint from the pain twice, but he was doused with cold water and woke up again. He still just yelled and scolded without giving up at all.

    After tossing and tossing for more than an hour, Song Xiong still didn't speak.

    Jiang Zhiheng held the silk cloth in his hand, covering his mouth and nose while frowning and thinking.

    "I heard Taoist Yueying come up to me: "Master Fang, I'm afraid it will be useless if we continue this. This guy's mouth is too tight, he is indeed a man."

    "Then what do you think we should do?" Jiang Zhiheng removed a hole in the silk cloth and blocked his mouth and nose after saying this - the smell was so bad that Song Xiong was incontinent from the pain.

    Yueying pursed her lips and smiled, saying: "In the past, when I was wandering around the world, such heroesToo much. The more heroic a man is, the more afraid he is of losing his glory. From the point of view of a villain, it is better to cut his eggs"

    Jiang Zhiheng could not help but tremble, and glanced at Taoist Yueying: "You know how to do it?"

    Yueying squinted her eyes and recalled: "If it were someone else, it really couldn't be done. I'm afraid he would die if he tried. But when the villain was traveling in the world, he once learned from an uncle. Don't worry, Lord, no one will die."

    Jiang Zhiheng felt sick for a while, but also a little curious: "Then try it, I tell you, he will never let him die!"

    "Hey, Master Fang is just relieved that my skills will never die!" Taoist Yueying said, taking out a small crescent-shaped dagger from his boot sheath, he came to Song Xiong with a smile, knelt down and said, "Song  Hero, I can¡¯t tell you, I¡¯m going to practice with you today.¡±

    Song Xiong¡¯s eyes widened in anger and he shouted: ¡°Beast! You will not die a good death!¡±

    Yueying put her mouth to Song Xiong's ear, bit his earlobe, and whispered softly: "Song Xiong, don't be afraid, it will be over after you bear it. After cutting it, you will find that there is no more fun in life than this! Hehe  ." After saying that, he stuck out his tongue and licked Song Xiong's ear. He didn't mind the blood and sweat stains next to Song Xiong's ear. He pursed his lips and tasted it, looking intoxicated and enjoying it very much.

    Song Xiong closed his eyes and said nothing, his whole body trembling.  Taoist Yueying opened Song Xiong's pants and stared at the crotch for a long time with his eyes intoxicated, and he kept tutting his tongue.

    Jiang Zhiheng had known that this person was feminine and paranoid, but he didn't expect that when it came to this, he couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body. He coughed twice and urged: "Hurry up and do it."

    Yueying agreed and reached out, gently rubbing Song Xiong's crotch for a moment, then turned the dagger and was about to cut upwards.

    I suddenly heard a "bang" sound from the door of the wing, and it was kicked open from the outside. Several big men suddenly broke in, and the first one was Guan Er.

    Before Jiang Zhiheng had time to react, he was slapped to the ground by Guan Er with a big mouth. He rolled twice and hit the wall before he stopped. For a moment, he was confused and confused.

    The few remaining patrolmen in the Fangtang were caught off guard. They had several bright swords placed on their necks, and they did not dare to move.

    Only Taoist Yueying saw the opportunity quickly. He quickly turned behind Song Xiong, put his arms around Song Xiong's neck, pointed the dagger at his throat, and screamed: "Don't come over, I will kill him if you come over again!"

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